On this hike we passed through several small meadows of heather. I thought of my mother, who loved heather (much of our front yard is heather the she planted). It is a wonderful thing about just following a trail, that my mind can wander. I spent a lot of time reflecting on my parents, Murphy, friends who have been in my life. How each of them would have loved to have seen the beauty, smelled the alpine air, giggled at the dogs.
It's nice to never hike alone.
Murphy's Day.
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